French theme hotel in the middle of the highway

The car finally halted in front of a nice French themed hotel in the middle of the deserted highway.

An isolated positioning of a hotel meant no much wolf or human interaction, hence our privacy is respected to ourselves.

I unload the trunk of the car with some help from the staff. Jane's face is precious when she looks at me in disbelief. Apparently, I have ordered the maids to steal some of her clothes, comfortable ones, on my way out of the palace the other day.

My mind suddenly wanders back to the petrified witch who's still rotting in the dungeon.

Is it true...?

What had happened in the past...is it true? It was like my own thoughts have flown and were sensed by Jane who looks at me with a furrowed eyebrow.

"Any thing's wrong?" I slowly shake my head and bring her close by her waist. Her obvious reaction being an endearing blush as she tries to push me away.

"Aw, baby girl, don't push me away now hmm? We're almost here~" I tease her and show the suite that opens at the end of the hallway.

"Ron!" her small squeak speaks out her dirty mind and I laugh my heart out, opening the door for her and helping myself with the luggage into the suite.

It's a large suite, various rooms giving off a cozy house vibe with a game room and an attached mini kitchen.

Wow cooking~

I suck at it :)

I've attempted to put jam on my toast or maple syrup on my cereals and pancakes with my powers but apart from that, I'm only capable of burning the kitchen down to ashes.

"Ron?"

"Uh...yes honey?" she calls me from the bathroom and I respond.

Oh. Right.

I smirk and walk towards her, hugging her from the back and almost startling her.

"Was this..."

"Planned. Yes, it was." I kiss her nape, sliding her silky hair against her shoulder blade and diving into the scent. I take a large whiff of her scent in the air, my wolf awakening and screaming for attention but I potentially calm it down.

Her breath becomes labored and heavy, only giving me much more of a hard time until I turn her around delicately.

"May I, Princess?" I whisper against her lips, her response being a subtle nod and her own lips fully pressed onto mine. My head dives into a dreamy frenzy of emotions for her, my heart trying to tame my bodily requirements.

No, no not now Ronnie.

Think of cute dogs, cute kittens and pups. Think of babies and how pure they are!

But I could only think about my mate's wonderful smile, shining bright under my eyelids.

And it certainly does NOT help the situation.

"Hmm..." her throat hums for a parting but her lips say otherwise. They kiss harder, deeper, and desperately.

D-does she want me...?